Your Tiger Feet

No, I Am Not Repeating Myself
Those of you who read this stuff regularly and have a functional memory will recall that a few weeks back (code for "I can't remember when and can't be bothered to look") I did one of the blog's occasional Little Musical Critiques on the lyrics to Mud's "Tiger Feet".  That, let me tell you, is a very worrying song; anthropomorphic tiger fetishism in full flow.
     And, of course, there is a reference to "Your Tiger Feet".  Although shouldn't they be paws?  Or does this weretiger indeed have feet?  It's all very confusing.

Foot maintenance

     Anyway, allow me to show you what I mean.  Art?

Tiger Tank slippers.  Now you know what to get the wargamer in your life for their birthday

     Yes, Tiger Tank slippers.  Of course, it was inevitable that the usual suspects got quoted; they're very comfy but require several man-hours work per week to keep functioning; you can't travel very far in them; they exist only in very limited numbers.  Military historian humour that others wouldn't find very amusing.
     I wonder, do they do them in Sherman?
     Apparently not.  However, I do have a Darling Daughter who knits ...
     Motley!  Time for a trip to Chester Zoo.

Okay, it's a head, not a pair of feet.  Sue me.

One For Those Who Can't Be Here
Your Humble Scribe is glad he took madame for a walk this morning, as we're having one of those wildly changeable weather states today; looking out one window I see lowering grey stormclouds, and out the other window fluffy white clouds and bright blue skies.  Anyway, here's the little scamp after I called her name.  Art?

"Did I hear my name?  Are there treats?"

      Yes and no, Edna.  And, no, I am not going to chase you or try to steal your ball away.  Maybe later.
     There you go, I just messaged Sally with that photograph of the Tiger slippers.

Excuse Me For A Social Media Cliche
I just had to go stir the chili.  As is my wont whilst dog-sitting, I broke out the slow cooker earlier this afternoon and am currently making a beef chili, whose recipe instructs you to let it simmer for between 8 and 9 hours.  Conrad happily launches into these slow cooker recipes before realising, when the end arrives, that he's made enough for six normal people or three greedy ones.  Art?

     There does seem to be rather a lot in there.  And it has lots of onions in it, so no, Edna cannot help me out.  Not one morsel, Edna!

Legal Eagle's Inveigle Part Two
Yesterday I introduced Devin Stone, who has the above name channel on Youtube.  He tackles all sorts of legal themes, especially ones that involve film or television, and examined a case that bore all the hallmarks of "SLAPP", involving John Oliver.  John is a major player over in South Canada, where he moved to, because he's actually from Perfidious Albion.  He's written for various comedy shows, and has his own: "Last Week Tonight", 

He sounds exactly like Ben Elton.

and his impact is such that laws have been written or amended based on what he says.  Whilst he doesn't consider himself such, others definitely see him as a journalist, even a crusading one.
     Enter Bob Murray.  Bob took askance some things that were said on LWT, and sued for defamation.  Art?

The unbeautiful Bob

     The case had absolutely no merit and was eventually dismissed in court, but not before the television studio had to shell out £150,000, and Oliver's insurance costs have trebled.  The intent of Bob, you see, had been all along merely to inflict a lot of annoyance because he knew his case would fail.  This is "SLAPP" at work, "Strategic Lawsuit Against Public Participation", threatening people with huge legal bills in order to stifle criticism or even comment.  That's why there are anti-SLAPP laws in place, except not all states have these, and Bob chose to file his case in Virginia, where - surprise! - there are no anti-SLAPP laws.

It gets worse for Bob

     Now, Bob's decision to sue John Oliver because "they made fun of me" backfired enormously, because millions of people who had never heard of him and hadn't seen John Oliver's program, now know all about him.  And what a bumbletuck he is.  And John went on to do another comic skit about Bob, except he did it as a long song and dance routine, which means no court would even look at a legal case being made against it.

Sic

     In fact, if Bob did try such SLAPP tactics again, Conrad suspects the courts would make an example of him, in terms of £££.  Devin doesn't go as far as this, although he does admit Ol' Bob could try suing again.  But it would be very unwise.  First Amendment and all that.

     What did I say?  It's gotten very dark outside all over.  Might even be raining.

Your Daily Dose Of DANGEROUS!
Because everyone deserves a delicious frisson of fear on a daily basis, don't they?  Today we look at our list of Horribly Dangerous Stuff and we have reached: Acrylamide.  Art?

Acrylamide puts the "Cry" in chemicals

     It's used to create polyacrylamides, in case you wondered.  Not only is it highly toxic, it is also carcinogenic.  It is fatal if swallowed, is a serious skin irritant that can cause tumours, makes the eyes burn, can cause genetic disorders, and if you're exposed to it too often, it will turn your internal organs into soup.
     Surprisingly enough, it's present in some foods, such as -

You've had your chips.

     The cautious consensus at present is that the amounts present aren't a threat, although the research on this is ongoing as there is little historical data.  I can't pull "Attack of the Killer Potato" twice in two days, either, which is a shame.
     There you go, your day is now considerably more fraught than it was five minutes ago, and you're welcome.

     I don't want to end on such a downer, so -